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...We made small talk as she made the bed.

Earlier in the week she had been somewhat embarrased when I made (a slightly...if mildly exciting...but necessary) "underweared" dash for the toilet.

...Now that I was fully clothed the tone was that of comfortable one... and we were exchanged pleasantries for our mutual appriceation for fresh fish.

Appart from the kagillions of church´s and monestries and that big ol´ Canyon down the road....I should try one of Arequipa´s Cerviches (fresh seafood restuarants).
...Sonia claimed to know the best one in town, and she invited me to lunch after she had finished for the day.
...I was to meet her at half past two in the hostal reception area.

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The fish was indeed delicious.

The conversation was pleasant (if slightly taxing on my limited vocabulary).

Afterward we took a bus a ride to Sonia´s favourite mirrordor (viewpoint). Apparently she used to come here as child and she was known to return when she "needed some space".


...It resembled a date but I couldn´t detect any attraction. But as we parted ways I was taken back by her open nature and noted what a pleasant afternoon it had been.





...Sonia was a bit of pro at making beds

...Sonia was the maid.